The desires of an elderly mother

My mother is 57 years old this year. She's usually retired and doesn't have to do much. My maternal grandparents were both factory workers, but my mother is the second daughter, so she didn't inherit their jobs. In my mother's generation, it was common for sons to take over their fathers' jobs and daughters to take over their mothers' jobs—the so-called "inheritance." But my mother married early, so she lost the right to inherit. That's how it is; my parents are farmers, but my maternal and paternal grandparents were all factory workers—isn't that strange? Fortunately, after graduating from university, I had decent jobs. I lived in a big city for a long time, but it was too tiring, so I sold my house and bought two apartments in my hometown, a second-tier city. I gave my parents some money so my mother could live comfortably, and I do odd jobs here and there.
My mother hasn't had to work these past few years, enjoying a life of leisure, and she's maintained a good figure. Years ago, she did a lot of farm work, so her skin was a bit dark, and her hands and face were rough, but after years of being idle, her skin has gradually improved. You see, once people have money, they start to care about their appearance. My mom used to never use expensive cosmetics, but now it's different. She buys a lot of moisturizing and hydrating products for her skin. She doesn't wear heavy makeup, but she puts a lot of effort into skincare. My mom's family members are all large-breasted. My maternal grandmother, my eldest aunt, and my mom are all probably F-cup (I've actually seen their breasts, though when they were little). My third aunt is probably a D-cup, and my youngest aunt is the smallest, maybe not even a B-cup. I guess there was a genetic mutation in her. But my youngest aunt is the most beautiful, tall at 174cm. She's also the most eccentric. Her first husband was only after her looks, but she divorced him because he wasn't rich. After that, she hung out with one of her vocational school classmates. He was a rich guy who had been pursuing my youngest aunt, but he was unattractive, and my youngest aunt didn't like him. Unexpectedly, she ended up with him.
All of this is just background information. As for my mom, she's not very tall, probably 159cm, maybe a little shorter, around 157cm. I haven't measured her, so the height isn't accurate. She was quite pretty when she was young, but now that she's older, she can't be as beautiful as she used to be, though she still retains some charm. She has quite a bit of a belly, which used to be quite noticeable, but these past few years, because square dancing has become popular, she dances every night, sometimes three times a day. I really don't know why she's so obsessed with it; I certainly can't stand watching square dancing. But because of dancing, she's lost a lot of weight; her legs are almost completely flat, and her belly has shrunk considerably, though it's still not completely flat. I guess no matter how much she dances, she won't be able to get rid of the remaining fat. By today's standards, I think my mom is quite attractive. We have a neighbor, an old man, who often comes to our house to chat with my mom; I guess he's interested in her. But my dad and his wife are still alive, so I guess he can only dream about it.
My mom isn't very educated; she didn't even finish elementary school, mainly because we didn't have money back then. After computers became popular, she wanted to learn, mainly because everyone she danced with at home had one. Every time, my mom had to learn from them, but some of the younger women picked it up quickly, and my mom couldn't keep up, so she tried to learn by watching computer videos. Later, I bought her a computer and taught her how to use it. To be honest, the process was incredibly painful. I never imagined teaching her a computer would be so difficult. She'd forget what I taught her in ten minutes, and sometimes I wanted to yell at her. But then I realized my mom doesn't want to be as educated as our generation; she wants things to be learned gradually, and she doesn't want kids to be so curious and learn everything so quickly. So I patiently taught her, and surprisingly, after getting through the initial difficult period, she learned faster and faster, mastering basic operations quickly. It seems that learning something new is indeed difficult at first, but then it gets easier. Since computers are mainly for playing around with, she was more motivated to learn. At first, she mainly watched videos, but later she started using QQ and other apps. Her typing speed was slow, even I struggled to read it. Later, I bought her a stylus, which helped a little. After that, I taught her how to use Taobao, and unsurprisingly, she became a complete online shopper.
My mom and I were quite close when I was little. I remember when I was seven, I asked her for milk, even though she had stopped producing milk by then, but she still let me suckle. When I was in middle school, my mom would bathe me. I had a long foreskin, and she would always pull it back to wash away the white stuff inside. Looking back now, I don't even feel embarrassed. I might have touched my mom's vagina when I was little, but I was too young, and my memory is a bit hazy, so I'm not sure. In high school, whenever my mom washed her upper body after sweating a lot, I would ask her to scrub my back. Of course, she had to take off her upper body while washing, and then her two big breasts would be hanging there. Unfortunately, I didn't have any Oedipus complex at that time. Actually, I had already started masturbating and would want to see female nudity, but with my mom's great figure right in front of me, I didn't feel any lust at all. I regret it so much now. It wasn't until I went to college and read more erotic novels that I slowly started to find my mom sexually attractive, and sometimes I would even dream about having sex with her. But the moment I saw her in person after returning home for vacation, my lust vanished. Mainly, my family was struggling financially at the time, and my mom had a difficult personality; sometimes when she lost her temper, I felt a bit annoyed with her.
Then, a few years ago, there was a woman my mom danced with who liked to chat on QQ. My mom often saw her video chatting with others while wandering around her house, sometimes laughing heartily. My mom became curious and wanted to learn how to chat too. So I installed QQ for her and showed her how to search for people, especially locals. Then she started chatting. My mom chatted with all sorts of people—men and women, young and old. Some people thought she was too slow and would stop chatting after a few sentences, while others would directly video chat, which my mom, of course, didn't do. The age gap is a generation gap after all. Later, the people she could chat with were mostly her age, both men and women. Everyone typed slowly (my mom used a stylus), and they had common topics.
I usually watch incestuous porn, and after watching so much of it, I've inevitably developed some feelings for my mom. It's not that I necessarily want to have sex with her, but just seeing her naked regularly would be nice. Unfortunately, since I graduated from university, my mom hasn't let me scrub her back anymore; she probably thinks I'm too old for that kind of thing. Seeing my mom chatting on QQ, I had the idea of using a secondary account to tease her. She has me on her QQ, and sometimes when I'm away on business, we can video chat. She also has my brother and some other relatives on her QQ, so I can only add her with a secondary account. At first, my mom didn't have any restrictions on adding people on QQ, and anyone could add her. But after we chatted more, she gradually started adding people with verification codes, and wouldn't accept requests from those she didn't like. I know my mom likes square dancing, so I wrote "square dancing enthusiast" in my request, and sure enough, she accepted immediately. I wrote my age as 41; I didn't want to be too young, otherwise my mom would think we had nothing in common. Actually, I'm not interested in any of the things my mom likes. Things like square dancing, war dramas, and Korean dramas—I have absolutely no interest in any of them. But to uncover any wild side of my mom, I had to pretend to be interested.
For a while, I talked to her about square dancing and everyday family matters. And you know what? My mom was quite interested. For someone who sometimes chats with me and doesn't want to log off before bedtime, this was really rare. As we got closer, I felt the opportunity was right to discuss something more private. One evening, we chatted about everyday things. I deliberately typed slowly, sounding heavy-hearted, and sure enough, my mom noticed.
"What's wrong tonight? Are you in a bad mood?" my mom asked.
"I had a fight with my wife, sis." Yes, who doesn't like to feel young? Calling me sis is better than calling me auntie.
"What happened? Tell me, sis."
"I don't know if I should tell you, sis. It's a little embarrassing."
"What are you afraid of? You're so close to sis."
"Sigh, every time I want to have sex with my wife, she refuses. Now it's even hard for her to bring it up."
... Silence. My mom didn't expect me to talk to her about sex, and she probably didn't react for a moment.
"What's wrong, auntie? Maybe I shouldn't have brought this up. I know you people your age are more reserved about these things, not as open as younger people."
"How could that be? How could that be? The water just boiled at your house, I went to fill the thermos." My mom couldn't resist being provoked. Who wants to admit they're old? Then my mom continued, "Your wife is the same. A married couple should still have sex, but women aren't as lustful as you men."
"That's true, but needs have to be met, otherwise I'll go crazy. If my wife still doesn't agree, I'm thinking of going to a prostitute."
"No, no, no, those kinds of people are all unclean. You'll get diseases."
“What you’re saying is true, so it’s a dilemma for you too. What about you, sister?”
“Me? What?”
“Do you still do it with brother, sister?”
… … … … My mom was silent for a while, clearly not expecting the conversation to turn to her.
“Sigh, I’m getting old, unlike you guys. My husband and I haven’t done it for six or seven years.” This was pretty much what I’d guessed. My parents are getting old. When they were younger, my dad was an alcoholic, and their relationship wasn’t good, so they didn’t do it much to begin with. Now that they’re older, even though I can’t read their minds, judging from their expressions, it seems like they haven’t done it for at least ten years. I guess my mom is being conservative with the number.
“You’re not that old, it’s just that brother is blind, having such a beautiful wife but not knowing how to take advantage of her.”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha,” my mom sent a laughing emoji, probably because she was very happy with that. “You’ve never even seen me, maybe I’m an ugly duckling.”
I felt the opportunity was right, so I asked my mom, "Could you send me a picture, sis?"
"What's so interesting about an old woman?" my mom seemed a little embarrassed. I persisted, "Knowing what you look like makes it easier to chat. You can blur out her head; everyone online sends pictures like that." A little while later, a file request popped up on my QQ. My heart pounded, and I quickly accepted. Inside were photos of my mom from her trip to Shanghai last year. She was wearing a dress, sitting on a stone lion in a park. Because it was taken from above, although her neckline wasn't very low, you could still see a bit of cleavage. It seemed my mom had carefully chosen her photos. She looked very fair-skinned in the photo, and even though her neck and above were all messed up, even without knowing what she looked like, she seemed quite sexy.
"Sis, you're so beautiful," I sent another lewd emoji. "An eye for an eye, I'll send you one of mine," I found a picture of a classmate with a similar build on my computer, blurred out her head, and sent it to my mom. After a while, my QQ avatar popped up.
"Not bad, little brother," to my surprise, my mom also sent a lewd emoji. It seems my mom's getting mischievous too. I know people my mom's age are different from little girls; they don't find "handsome guys" attractive anymore, but rather people who understand them. Seeing that my mom was in a good mood, I felt I should push my luck.
"Big sister, I have a request, but I don't know if I should say it."
"Go ahead, why are you being so coy, you grown man?"
"Big sister, could you take a nude photo for me, of course, with your head blurred out?"
... ... ... silence, silence. My mom must be even more surprised this time. I waited anxiously, my heart pounding, afraid she'd suddenly stop chatting with me. Fortunately, after a while, my mom's avatar popped up again.
"You little rascal, you scared your big sister! Big sister's getting old, not in good shape anymore, you'll all laugh at me if you see this!" Huh! It seemed like there was a chance. We didn't directly say we didn't want to, but we were afraid we were too old. I seized the opportunity and said, "Big sister, to tell you the truth, I especially like older women, they have a certain charm."
"Hahaha, you're different from others," my mom even sent a disdainful emoji. I had actually managed to provoke her mischievous side.
"That's why we get along so well, big sister. Please, big sister, just take a picture of me. Is it inconvenient for big brother to be home?"
"No, he had a few drinks and went to bed early. It's mainly because big sister's figure isn't good."
"Even if big sister's figure is like a pig's, I'd still find it sexy." Anyway, I knew what my mom's figure was like. Who doesn't like sweet talk and flattery?
"I won't show it to anyone else. Besides, big sister's head is all painted over, nobody will recognize me. It's just that my wife won't have sex with me, I'm feeling restless. Big sister, please have pity on me." I had no choice but to use the pitiful younger brother's sympathy to get my mom to stop hesitating.
"Okay, wait a minute. I'm not very good at taking pictures with my phone yet. I'll say it again, don't think I'm ugly." My heart pounded like I'd won the lottery. All my hard work had finally paid off; I could finally see my mom naked, and she did it willingly! I bought her a Huawei phone; the camera quality is passable, but I didn't know how she'd take the pictures. My anxious heart finally reached the file request. My fingers were trembling as I clicked the save button. I opened the picture with great anticipation. It was indeed my mom. She was standing in front of a mirror, holding her phone in her right hand and her left hand on one of her breasts. She seemed a little shy, but her right breast was still visible—it was huge! They say women's breasts sag with age, and while my mom's breasts were a little saggy, I didn't think it was serious; they were actually quite pretty. Her stomach had less fat than before, but there was still a fair amount. After all, she was getting older, and that was probably the only part of her that wasn't very attractive. I thought my mom would be wearing underwear, but she wasn't in the photo. She has a lot of pubic hair, so unfortunately, her genitals weren't very clear; I could only see the outer labia majora, the inside completely covered by pubic hair. Her legs were much thinner and more toned than before, probably from dancing. My mom doesn't know how to zoom in on images, so the photo was the original, with a resolution of 2500*3500. I zoomed in again, and it was indeed more attractive; even her genitals were much clearer, and my penis almost instantly became hard.
"Sister, you're so sexy, it's making me react," I really wasn't exaggerating. "You
haven't said anything for so long, I thought you thought I was ugly and blocked me." "
Even a cannonball couldn't drive you away, why would you run away? Sister, do you dance every day? Otherwise, how could your legs be so thin?"
"Sometimes I dance three times a day, I'm addicted," my mom added with a "hehe" emoji.
"Your son is so lucky, he got to suck on such big, full breasts when he was little."
"He's a breastfed baby. He nursed from when he was four, and even at seven, he sometimes still wanted to nurse."
"Do you let him nurse?"
"Yes, of course I do. Your older brother used to drink a lot and was always angry with me. My eldest son was always out playing, but he was introverted and always stayed at home, always tugging at my clothes. I spoiled him, but now he's a worry. He won't get married and even makes me go on blind dates. It's infuriating!"
"Maybe your son likes you, sister."
"How could that be?"
"Sister, you don't know, some people have a mother complex. I have a little bit, and maybe your son does too. Many families with strict fathers or alcoholics have this problem."
"Really? I didn't know that until you told me. But his father did drink heavily when he was young, quite severely. Sometimes it scared my son and me so much that we couldn't sleep. When he was little, he often slept on my lap with my breast in his mouth. Maybe we were a little too intimate back then."
"Sister, your son is so lucky. Sister, can I ask you for another favor?"
"What are you up to now? It's definitely not something good, hmph!" My mom sent another fake "angry" emoji.
"Big sister, can we video chat and masturbate together? It might be a bit much, but I've been holding back for so long, and I don't want to watch porn. Big sister, are you suggesting I go out and hire a prostitute? You tell me, right?" I know my mom, but only about everyday trivial matters. When it comes to sex, I really don't know what kind of person she is. I think she'd agree to nude photos, because that's kind of fun. But mutual masturbation? I have absolutely no idea how she'll respond. I don't know how much interest she still has in sex. I know she and my mom haven't had sex in years, but I don't know if she's sexually frustrated, and even if she is, whether she'll do intimate things with other men. These are all unknowns. Waiting expectantly, my mom finally replied.
"You're really putting my sister in a difficult position."
"I know, I'm sorry, sis, this request is a bit much, but I feel it won't hurt anyone. I won't cheat on you, and neither will you, and we can both have a happy sex life," I emphasized
the word "happy sex life" in bold. "You seem pretty cunning, huh? You were so well-behaved at first," my mom said, her tone suggesting she wasn't angry, more like flirting.
"Sis, I'm begging you," I added dramatically, "Please, merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, help me!"
My mom, as expected, laughed out loud and sent the message.
"You little rascal," she said, and then a video request came through. I was surprised my mom actually agreed. I quickly adjusted the camera to point at my crotch; if she recognized my body or the furniture in my room, that would be terrible. I also turned off the sound; if I accidentally made a sound, that would be awful too.
After the video connection was established, I indeed saw my mom sitting naked in a chair. My gaze was limited to her neck, probably because the camera was on a speaker stand, giving it a downward angle. Although I couldn't see her face, I could clearly see her breasts and genitals. The camera was one I had just bought for her around that time; it had 1080p resolution and was very clear. My mom didn't know how to turn off the sound, so her voice came through. I guessed she was chatting and listening to music, because I could hear the songs she usually used for square dancing, and I could also hear her chuckling softly.
"You little rascal, you really didn't lie to me, your dick was so hard!"
"It's been hard ever since I saw the photos. Sister, touch your breasts!" My mom touched her right breast with her left hand, and I quickly started stroking my penis. But I felt my mom was too reserved, so I typed, "Sister, can you touch my breasts and rub my clitoris at the same time?" Surprisingly, my mom was quite generous and actually started rubbing her clitoris. I wanted to tease her a little, but her voice was too familiar to my mom, so I didn't dare risk it and focused on stroking my penis. My mom gradually relaxed and started touching her breasts more openly. She even provocatively moved her breasts closer to the camera, making my penis throb. As my mom relaxed more and more, the movements of her hands below became more and more vigorous, and I could even hear the sizzling sound of water. It was the first time I had ever seen my mom in such a lewd posture. Due to the intense stimulation, I only lasted for 6 or 7 minutes before ejaculating. The white semen even splattered onto my chin, so the stimulation must have been really strong. When my mom saw that I had ejaculated, her hand that was stirring around her vagina stopped, but her left hand was still touching her breasts, even pinching and rubbing her nipples with two fingers. It seemed she wasn't quite satisfied yet. I knew my mom definitely hadn't had an orgasm. But there was nothing I could do; women are naturally harder to orgasm than men, and besides, she was older and not as easily aroused as younger people.
"Thank you, sis. I almost cummed on my chin, I almost swallowed my own semen,"
my mom said, stopping her hand from rubbing her breasts. "You seemed to enjoy it, sis. It's been a while since you've done it, it felt really good."
"I was short-lived, sis, I finished before you even had your climax."
"Women, it's common to have sex that's neither here nor there, this was pretty good. It's your first time video chatting with a man like this, sis, your breasts feel like they're going to burst," my mom seemed to find it very exciting.
"Then, sis, could you put the camera up to your vagina, turn on the camera light, and let me watch you masturbate for a while?" My mom hesitated slightly, I could even hear a soft laugh coming from her nose, but she did as I asked. Before me was a dense patch of pubic hair, but thankfully the distance was close enough that I could clearly see my mom's vagina from across the computer. My mom's vagina wasn't dark, probably because she hadn't had sex in a long time, the pigmentation had gradually lightened. Her fingers were going in and out of her vagina, I could even hear the clear sound of water, but because of her age, the amount of lubrication wasn't as great. The visual impact was still strong, and my penis, as expected, kept working and slowly hardened again. I quickly started stroking it up and down, listening to my mother's soft moans, watching her fingers go in and out of her vagina, rubbing her clitoris. I finally couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated again, but this time it was much thinner, just flowing onto my hand and not spraying upwards. Looking at my mother in the video again, her fingers were getting faster and faster. Finally, I heard my mother's breathing become heavier and heavier, and she finally let out a big sigh of relief, her fingers stopping. I knew she had also orgasmed; her vagina was still twitching slightly, making me really want to stick my penis inside her and fuck her hard.
My mother carefully put the camera back in its original position, still not showing her head. "Oh, that felt so good. It's been so many years since I've done this; I'd forgotten what it felt like."
"How can you stop doing something so pleasurable just because you're getting old? Don't you think so, sis?"
"Yeah, oh dear, it's almost midnight. I really didn't expect it. You've already gone to sleep. Tomorrow is my eldest son and daughter's birthday, they're coming over early. Let's chat again tomorrow night." After saying goodnight to my mom and logging off, I was still very excited. I never thought I would actually masturbate with my mom. I opened the folder and looked at my mom's photos again. I couldn't believe it was real. Looking at her two photos, even though my penis couldn't get hard anymore, I was still getting waves of sexual excitement. I really wanted to stick my penis inside my mom's vagina and fuck her hard for a while. It would be even more pleasurable. Unfortunately, this was just a fantasy. It's too difficult to achieve in reality.
The next day, I arrived at my parents' house around noon. My brother, sister-in-law, and niece were already there. After chatting for a while, I went to the bathroom to pee. While peeing, I suddenly wondered if my mom had been sexually aroused the night before, so I opened the washing machine and checked. Sure enough, I found her underwear with a noticeable stain, still wet. It seemed my mom had indeed gone to sleep sexually aroused the night before, and might have even had a wet dream. As for who had sex with her in her dream, that was anyone's guess.
In the days that followed, I often video-masturbated with my mom. Of course, she didn't know it was me. Gradually, I felt it wasn't enough not to see her face, so I installed remote control software on her computer. I work with computers, but I'm not quite a hacker yet. However, if I wanted to hack my own computer, there were plenty of software options to choose from. After that, I no longer asked my mom to turn on the video during masturbation; we just chatted by voice. Of course, I didn't dare to speak, so I made an excuse that my microphone was broken, and my mom didn't investigate further. When there was no video call, my mom was more relaxed, but I could see everything clearly through remote software, making it feel even more immersive. If I wanted a close-up, I'd have my mom turn the camera on and point it at her vagina. Eventually, that wasn't enough, so I found another way, and finally, I got her body and penetrated her. I'll keep you in suspense about how I did it; I'll tell my older sister later.
[The End]

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